Pondering on a Garden

Adam Cast Forth

Was there a Garden or was it a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have stalled myself and queried, as for consolation almost, if the bygone period over which this Adam, wretched now, once reigned supreme, it might not have been just a magical illusion of that God I dreamed.

Already it's not precise in my memory the clear Paradise, but I know it exists, in flower and profusion, although not for me.

My punishment for life is the hard earth with the incestuous strife of Cains and Abels and their brood; I await for no pardon.

Yet, it's much to have loved, to have known true joy, to have had -even for just one day only- the experience of touching the living Garden.

by Jorge Louis Borghes

Next post will be about Eden.

What a lovely poem! I look forward to reading about Eden next.
Kimberlygem () - 23 06 06

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